The History of Richard Raynal, Solitary by Robert Hugh Benson
page 91 of 130 (70%)
page 91 of 130 (70%)
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Of the Dark Night of the Soul _De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine: Domine exaudi vocem meam._ Out of the depths I have cried to Thee, O Lord: Lord, hear my voice.--_Ps. cxxix. 1, 2._ XI The third temptation was so fierce and subtle, that I doubt whether I wholly understood it when Master Richard tried to tell it to me. He did not tell me all, and he could answer but few questions, and I fear that I am not able to tell even all that I heard from him. It was built up like a house, he said, stone by stone, till it fenced him in, but he did not know what was all its nature till he saw my lord cardinal. A soul such as was Master Richard's must have temptations that seem as nothing to coarser beings such as myself: as a bird that lives in the air has dangers that a crawling beast cannot have. There are perils in the height that are not perils on the earth. A bird may strike a tree or a tower; his wings may fail him; he may fly too near the sun till he faint in its heat; he cannot rest; if he is overtaken by darkness he cannot lie still. [Sir John enumerates at some length other such dangers to bird life.].... |
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